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True sportsmanship
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True Sportsmanship

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True sportsmanship

True sportsmanship is a rare quality .People seldom understand its value. A true sportsman is a person who plays the game in true spirit of humanity and sports.

For example:-In football , despite there being no need, we can often see footballers pushing and giving a shove to each other.This often results in the footballer getting hurt.

True sportsmanship lies in the fact of having the courage to accept defeat with grace and dignity.Even if you lose quite a few matches in a row,that does not mean that you need to become a player who acts rowdily and in a disoriented manner.

A true sportsman never gets agitated while playing.He has the ability to remain calm and cool and he knows how to control his anger. True sportsmanship is displayed in following all the rules and regulations in playing.

So be a true sportsman in life, in sports and be happy always.

Adios!

Are You Absent?
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Are You Absent?

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Are you absent?

Didn’t you come yesterday?

Where were you today?

Got up early,

Then went to bed?

Why don’t you pick up your phone?

When it rang so long?

Are you still dreaming?

Or are you kidding?

Get up and don’t be absent.

Put on your shoes,

Get ready for work.

It’s a miracle,

That the company car is still outside,

Ready to take you to work.

Be happy and be smiling,

For it’s a day when you won’t be

Marked absent for work.

Adios!

You Said You Love Me.Mountian range
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You Said You Love Me.

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I am in the mountain range,

I felt it here,

I felt it strange,

That someone loves me,

And all is mine.

I looked at the coins,

I looked at the birds,

I smelled the roses,

But I didn’t feel your love.

You are in a hurry,

You asked it as desperate,

Think of me as if I am dead.

Will you marry someone?

If this happens?

Or stay alone?

Would you love me more?

As this love alone.

Bothering me as I am very poor,

Whether it is true love or is it still not pure?

Wait and watch to look at your desires.

Look at your asking,

In this mountain range.

The chill air blows,

Only the room heater,

I have kept a little close.

I am poor,

Without much money.

I read books whatever I find funny.

I sing songs which is full of joy,

My paintings are my mind of different shades,

The birch, the willow, the oak, the pine.

These steepy roads,

I climb every time.

Will you climb everyday?

For me?

Forget me.

I am not for you.

I am not worthy of man said love.

And I am anxious that you fell in love.

Adios!

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When Love.

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When love is laughter,

We are in spree.

When love is asking,

We try to fulfill thee.

We feel anxious,

Do you still love me?

When you say yes to love,

It is not true.

When you feel love and feel it in your heart,

It is said to be true.

This true love takes us where we left us alone.

It takes us through the parameters,

It makes us love,

Which is now full known.

Adios!

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I Met The Sun.

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This morning,

I met the Sun,

He came near my hands,

I filled my palms with all his colours and kissed my own palms.

The sun asked-“What in returns?”

I said- tea or coffee or maths, stay here,

Please till I drink my milk full of glass.

The Sun nodded,

I felt joy.

I gave him my own soul.

He nourished me as he ever does,

Whenever I feel very cold.

He remained with me all the day,

But very busy looking alone,

At the dusk he said bye,

You will find me in the moon.

When moon rose, I could see the Sun.

As he promised as never gone.

I laughed at him,

He laughed at me too.

The next morning,

My friend Sun came,

My little dear, how do you do?

Adios!